Hearing my mom express frustration with my uncle today because he is hard (for her) to communicate with, I felt the word — SHAME — like I have my whole life.
I took it very personally.
Like something is WRONG with those of us who do not communicate or function well according to social norms. That we are a source of grief and irritation. That we aren’t doing enough to “connect”. That we are missing out, and causing others to miss out, because of our inabilities or unwillingness to conform to “normal” forms of interacting.
It is more than a coincidence I am setting up WhyI’mQuiet.com today after hearing these complaints from my mom.
I’ve had this domain for many years, along with the wish (and some-might-say ODD attempts) to move through the world with more peace.
Now is a good time to put myself into more quiet action.
It is always the right time to make space for silence.